Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.